Ware Her Venom

“Fear rule my world still

Has ruled it, shall rule it

Meek is weak”

Ill-boding wolfs blood

Crowned in woe, death-stained

Dread-gard Queen

Sear the runes of wrath

The rependant writhes in remorse

Niflhel - Ware her venom

To be taught by tongue of treason

Hoping nothing knowing nothing

Ware her venom

Serenely cold-blooded

Death embedded skin

Wrapped around death-sin

Words of unwise men

Pierce all senses

Pain, yes pounding pain

Hear the screams of deceit

The Half-dead sneers in delight

Niflhel - Ware her venom

To be taught by tongue of treason

Hoping nothing knowing nothing

Ware her venom